Just as Cheng Buzheng secretly making his own conclusions.
suddenly.
"Prepare to board!"
A voice rang in his ear.
Although the sound wasn't loud, all the cultivators in the square heard it clearly.
Upon Cheng Buzheng knew that it must be his Martial Uncle's doing.
Immediately.
The bottom of the Heaven Escaping Boat, like a black curtain, had countless patterns that simultaneously emitted faint light, which then converged into beams of light.
The beams of light enveloped the many fellow disciples in the square.
at the same time.
Cheng Buzheng was also enveloped by a beam of light and flew rapidly towards the dark hull of the ship.
"Pop!"
Suddenly, Cheng Buzheng felt as if he had passed through water.
"As expected of Law Treasure, the power of the Spirit Restriction is truly extraordinary, actually turning the tangible into nothingness!"
Cheng Buzheng clicked his tongue in admiration.
Immediately.
Cheng Buzheng's vision went black as he entered the Heaven Escaping Boat.
He found himself in a large hall, about a hundred feet in diameter, with over a hundred colorful and uniquely shaped Glazed Lamp hanging from the ceiling.
At this moment, numerous Glazed Lamp were emitting a soft glow.
Countless patterns are faintly etched on the surrounding walls, blending perfectly with the walls themselves.
Cheng Buzheng forward and touched it. The wall was perfectly smooth, without any bumps or unevenness. Apart from feeling a slight coolness on his fingertips, there was no other change.
In the main hall, directly in front of you is a high platform, about ten feet in size, but there is no one on it.
Look around!
At this moment, most of the fellow disciples remained calm, as if they were all too familiar with what was happening!
There were also a few cultivators who appeared calm, but their eyes kept glancing around, showing great curiosity about everything around them.
However, not a single monk ran up to the high platform.
See here.
Cheng Buzheng roughly understood that this high platform was probably prepared for his Golden Core Stage Martial Uncle.
Only in this way could many fellow disciples gather below the high platform, while no one dared to climb up the wide platform.
Immediately.
Cheng Buzheng went to a corner, pricked up his ears, and listened to his fellow disciples' conversation. Although there were no secrets, there were plenty of Little Daoist.
Cheng Buzheng, a cultivator who looked to be in his fifties was talking to two middle-aged cultivators.
"Ah... the Blood Refining Sect incident has finally come to an end!"
A middle-aged monk with a masculine appearance said.
Beside the rugged-looking middle-aged cultivator, a gaunt cultivator nodded and said:
"Yes!"
"I ran out of elixirs a long time ago. These past few years I've mostly relied on absorbing spiritual energy to sustain my cultivation, and the progress has been too slow!"
"Isn't that right?"
The man with the masculine features agreed.
"Especially in secular cities, where spiritual energy is extremely scarce, it is almost impossible to make progress in cultivation."
"We've wasted several years, but thankfully we can finally head to the Endless Sea!"
The oldest of the three cultivators slowly said:
"Junior Brother Liu is right, but the Blood Refining Sect's inheritance site still hasn't been found. I'm afraid that many years from now, such an event will happen again!"
" Martial Brother Sang, you're overthinking it!"
The thin junior brother Wang shook his head and said:
"Even if the Blood Refining Sect's inheritance site has been found now, it certainly won't be able to cause any trouble for at least the next two hundred years."
"That's true. It's a pity about those fellow disciples who suffered the same fate."
Martial Brother Sang sighed softly.
Junior Brother Wang then remembered something and asked:
"By the way, my two Martial Brother!"
"Among these junior brothers who have been dispatched to the Heavenly Dao Alliance, do you have any junior brothers that you know and trust?"
Martial Brother Liu, with his rugged features, joked:
"Junior Brother Wang, what treasures do you need that you'd like me to buy for you?"
Junior Brother Wang looked helpless and said:
" Martial Brother, you must be joking!"
"Aren't we supposed to be traveling by ship? Don't we have extra time to select the elixirs?"
"Junior brother, I've heard that a new Spirit Pill has appeared in Sea Suppressing Island Sea Suppressing City, the headquarters of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance. It's said to simultaneously enhance magical power and strengthen the Treasure Body. Have you two Martial Brother heard of it?"
Upon hearing this...
Martial Brother Sang was slightly taken aback, then said:
"Junior Brother Wang, are you talking about the ' Bipolar Pill '?"
" Martial Brother, you also know about this pill?"
"Um!"
Martial Brother Sang nodded slowly and said:
"However, although this pill can improve cultivation and temper the Treasure Body, it is much cheaper than similar pills, but its efficacy... well, let's not even talk about it!"
"When you do the math, it's not worth it at all!"
"It is said that this pill is made from the main ingredient of a second-tier Desolate Beast. However, since it is a newly developed Pill Formula, its effects are predictable. Perhaps it will take generations of Pill Formula before it can be fully perfected!"
"I once had someone buy a bottle of Bipolar Pill for me, and I was lucky enough to manage to snag one. If you, my junior brother, want one, I can sell it to you at a discount!"
"Brother, let me make this clear beforehand: this pill is truly ineffective. Don't exchange it and then accuse me of deceiving you!"
"Oh no, our friendship is ruined."
See here.
"In that case, let's just forget about it!"
Junior Brother Wang shook his head and quickly refused, never mentioning the Bipolar Pill again.
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" Heavenly Sea City?"
" Bipolar Pill?"
Cheng Buzheng, sitting in the corner, murmured to himself. He then made a mental note of the matter.
However, at this very moment...
Four powerful auras appeared, causing a slight commotion among the cultivators present.
Cheng Buzheng looked up and saw two cultivators appear on the high platform.
He only recognized one of the cultivators, and that was his Martial Uncle Huang, who had led them to the Trial Canyon.
He didn't recognize the other bald monk.
Judging from the terrifying Spirit Pressure emanating from that cultivator, Cheng Buzheng knew that the cultivator must also be Golden Core True Person, and also his Martial Uncle.
Immediately.
"Disciple greets Martial Uncle!"
A unified voice rang out in the hall.
The bald-headed Martial Uncle, judging from his appearance to be around forty years old, stepped forward, surveyed the group with his eyes, and slowly said:
"Alright!"
"I will now issue the access control for the Cultivation Chamber."
Then the bald-headed Martial Uncle paused slightly and said:
"All cultivators dispatched to the Heavenly Dao Alliance, step forward!"
Upon hearing this...
More than twenty fellow disciples stepped forward in unison, and Cheng Buzheng also quickly stepped forward as well.
After scanning the crowd, the bald-headed Martial Uncle waved his wide sleeves, sending streaks of light shooting towards them.
A crimson Identity Token floated in front of Cheng Buzheng. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that his fellow disciples had put away their Identity Token, so he quickly put his away as well.
Without a word, Martial Uncle Huang waved his hand, and seventy or eighty streams of light flew toward the remaining cultivators.
As if to complete a task, the two Martial Uncle disappeared into a ray of light after distributing the gate control Identity Token, without exchanging much with these Foundation Establishment Realm disciples.
"Is this what Golden Core Stage True Person? So aloof!"
Cheng Buzheng muttered to himself.
After the two Martial Uncle left, the hall became lively again!